Hearing that Tifa doesn't quite like him in his current form, that of a 9-year-old girl, Jim slaps his hands across his mouth to avoid being forced to nurse from her tits again. Tifa grins broadly. "I have other ways to change you, girlie," she laughs. Dragging Jim to the bathroom, Tifa fills the sink with hot water and dunks Jim's head into it. Scrubbing his face and hair as hard as she can, Jim feels pain. After Tifa finishes, Jim looks into the mirror. He was gorgeous, for a 9-year-old girl. His hair was a light blonde and styled in a page-boy cut. His eyes had turned bright blue. He had well-defined cheekbones, and very full lips. Jim thought that if that wasn't him in the mirror, he'd fall in love with that girl. Tifa then produced a sculpted bottle containing a green liquid, which she rubbed into Jim's scalp. Jim suddenly felt woozy and fell to his knees. "Are you okay?" Tifa asked. Jim stood up and replied, "I'm fine, mommy." Tifa smiled. "And what does mommy's little Julia want?" Tifa asked. Little Jim (er, Julia) replied...
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